Today I Love This Big Warm Sweater

Today I love this big, new, wonderful, warm, cable knit sweater that weighs a ton and keeps me warm when others are wearing coats and scarves and mitts and hats and even cloaks. I love that this big warm sweater was made for me, conceived with me in mind and worked on diligently over many weeks in the little minutes between life and I love that I can not wear it out without people commenting on it. I love that the wool was chosen for me and with my input, that the pattern was also chosen the same way, that it is big enough for me to wear layers underneath it but that even when it is only a couple of degrees above freezing I can throw it on over just a T-shirt and I’m comfortably warm and cozy. I love how it feels like someone is hugging me and when I think about it, someone is. I love that three people have made sweaters for me in my life and I love all three of them. I love when weather turns and makes us scramble for warmer gear and when I open up my closet to find something to keep the chill off there is love on the shelves waiting to hold me through the cold seasons.

Today I love that I wore my big warm sweater to the Saturday morning farmers’ market. I love that we had the same old breakfast there and I love that we ran into many good friends again and we found stuff that we can enjoy through the week. I love how our meal plans often get made at the market and that’s okay, ’cause who says impulse buying is a bad thing? I love that there is still lots of Halloween candy left here and I’m okay with us having gotten home too late to give any of it out.

Today I love how much fun I had last night on the ice at the curling club. I love that we once again lost by just one point. I love how even when things go wrong in a game of curling, it just means that we go to plan B or plan C or whatever letter we’re up to. I love that everyone on my team has now managed to make some great shots and I suspect they are now hooked on the game. I love how much fun the open mic is on Friday afternoons, even when only a few people show up.

Kelly Babcock

I was born in the city of Toronto in 1959, but moved when I was in my fourth year of life. I was raised and educated in a rural setting, growing up in a manner I like to refer to as free range. I live in an area where my family history stretches back 6 or more generations. I was diagnosed with ADHD at the age of 50 and have been both struggling with the new reality and using my discoveries to make my life better. I write two blogs here at Psych Central, one about having ADHD and one that is a daily positive affirmation that acts as an example of finding the good in as much of my life as I possibly can.